Richter Band - Self Titled 1991

Hey all

Been pretty quiet recently. Been quietly evaluating the usefulness of what im doing here as of late.

Im starting to really see the limitations of social media recently. I quit twitter in early November and i havent really been as engaged as i usually am

Been thinking back to what i was doing before Twitter, Instagram and the like took over my brain and i realized i spent a good deal of time in the blogworld that was happening from around 2007 to 2014 or so. One of the really important blogs that opened my eyes to so much was Mutant Sounds

Mutant Sounds

While the site is still up, they haven’t been active really since 2013

Been thinking that so much of what they put out there still hasn’t been reissued or the reissues have fallen so far out of print that I may be providing a service putting some of these albums out there again.

Now that Spotify has decided not to pay artists anymore for streams of less than 1000 per month or something like that, it seems more relevant than ever. And while the super sleuths out there know where to get everything, its also about knowing what to seek out. Maybe thats where i can contribute. I really don’t have it in me to post about new music, perhaps going into my archive and posting about the things i discovered may be worthwhile

So that being said, here is a great one. I will post what Mutant Sounds had to say about the album

Really rich and spectral guitar explorations that just keeps delving into deeper psychic recesses as they unfurl. Lots of signifiers are drifting past here on this long-forgotten disc, with bits of mid 70's Terje Rypdal and late 70's Alain Markusfeld bobbing through the moire-patterned and sun dappled surfaces in these near-continuous tides of sound though so to are both Manuel Gotsching circa his Private Tapes set and the delicately skewed British duo Woo; the pulse here eventually picking up enough of a head of steam out of the coalescing strands of atmospherics to emerge as a steamrolling and psychically noogie-ing krautrock guitar figure straight out of the Gunter Schickert playbook before receding into ghostlier gestures and disembodied pan-ethnic bric-a-brac.

get it here